King Sol

Before you leave Roll back your sleeves Take a good long look Empty the shadows of a dying machine Turn up the heat Tighten up the skin Touching god Feel the burn of the original sin Sun fire, at the witching hour Sun fire, at the witching hour As the blood boils As it burst into flames King Sol dries the mother's tears And blisters the surface As the growth descends As the day won't end King Sol spits a promise light A promised life Sun fire, at the witching hour Sun fire, at the witching hour Sun fire, at the witching hour Sun fire, at the witching hour As the day never ends As the crowd begins to thin If I could be anywhere If I could be anyone I would be here I would be me And now I'm free Sun fire at the witching hour 6,000 years 6,000 years I couldn't ask for more Every fray, has its fray Every word sparks and burns And now I'm free Open that door No questions No mysteries I'd rather burn than freeze I'd rather burn than freeze Open that door And now I'm free Every fray has its fray Every word sparks and burns And now I'm free Sun fire at the witching hour Sun fire at the witching hour And now I'm free As the night never ends But we pretend 'Cuz we can pretend And now I'm free 6,000 years Sun fire at the witching hour Open that door